MIchelle Part 1
Michelle “Do you think I’m pretty?” My daughter’s friend Michelle asked one afternoon after school while she took a break from homework in our kitchen. “Well, yes, you’re a very pretty girl, Michelle.” I told her. The truth was, since I’d lost my wife in a car crash some months before, I’d noticed Michelle, as much as any of my daughter’s friends. She was a very lovely girl, just under five tall, with big blue eyes, dark blonde hair, full lips, a cute little nose, and a well developed and nicely rounded body. But she was only seventeen, and one of my daughter’s best friends, so there was no way this was going further. “I mean really pretty?” She asked again, “Not just like a cute little girl, but like a woman you might like …